Chapter 9: The heart wants what it wants-or else, it does not care -Emily Dickinson

Micah

              This is not how I expected the day to go. It’s crazy how one person can change things in a blink of an eye? It doesn’t take me long to get to the rendezvous point. We’re in a small park near the Cast Iron building just a mile from Times Square. Maya is sitting on a bench across the playground, observing all of the kids playing. It’s not difficult to spot her golden hair and severe-looking suit. She screams businesswoman.

              “Maya,” I say with a polite smile as I take a seat next to her. She returns my smile and leans an arm over the bench’s back. “You’re late, Savage.” I roll my eyes and gesture to the street. “There was a lot of traffic.” She shrugs and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, sure.” I wait for her to continue, but